All this cockeyed poetry is going to put me in the ICU.:dead:

Poor Steve is in the ICU
Because our poems stink: PU!
But Jimbo's his MD from hell
And I'm the nurse. He's SOL!

The boy stood on the burning deck
His heart was all a quiver
He gave a cough
His leg fell off
And floated down the river

A Welshman who hails from Prestatyn
Has a wife who loves classical Latin.
He dresses, to please her,
As Julius Caesar
But he'd rather be General Patton.

There was a young lady named Bright
Who could travel much faster than light.
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned the preceding night!

Unsolicited advice free and abundant:
So much of it there its often redundant.

When I was a lad and easily impressed:
I listened and nodded at the experts' behest.

Opinions they flaunted on a scale universal:
Expounding at length without forethought or rehearsal.

With style and emotion, each made a case:
Of factual content there was rarely a trace.

Middle age found me as the consummate cynic:
Quick to retort and given to mimic.

With the passage of time I relaxed my position:
Improvised wisdom doesn't require a logician.

In the twilight of life there is time for a chat:
I now render advice at the drop of a hat.

The young lord rode one day
and begged his wife to stay.
When after a year he did return
he had some time to mourn
for a boy had just been born.

You aint kidding about the teeth lol, i was waiting t oshoot my fish in a barrel when i promptly got the good news via depth charge lol.I didnt know how quick to ring up flank speed and cry RUN AWWAAYYYY!!!!